First Day Of Spring
I moved toward the next stop with the day's people, support, and small human moments giving the kilometres their shape.
By this stage, every day began with a negotiation between the plan and the body.
the next stop was where we were aiming, but the bigger feeling was that another distant name was becoming real under my feet.
I had definitely got a bit of “finish line fever” now, and very much counting down the km and feeling the excitement grow a little each day!
The body was part of the route planning by then. Feet, shoes, soreness, sleep, food and timing all had a say in what was possible.
Most of the work was not dramatic. It was the repeatable stuff: get moving, keep eating, manage the body, and let the crew turn the finish into the next start.
By the end of the walking, I had banked another 59.1 kilometres, and the accumulated total sat at 4911.4 kilometres.
That was the shape of so many HAA days: my feet doing the obvious work, and other people quietly making the impossible parts practical.
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